Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused,

been a brain fart. Got the

was speechless,

nobody

a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone

and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The

through the pages with a heavy sigh.

thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she was leagues behind.

to double down on her

on until 11:30 PM when Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have

to good advice, nodded

when a new message

why are you asking about this Everard guy?]

pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

quickly, No way. Is

do you

minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be

her distance? They hadn’t even been in contact

replying. I can’t stay away

poetic about love, just

could decide, Louie

Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love

Louie went silent.

indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but

response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a

knew. He

him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If

typed a single word –

her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in the quiet

Everard’s number. What could he

a familiar voice, more velvety than she

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more

sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night